From the bone pit, the goose made her way across Canis, towards the grove she knew was near the middle of the cave. She hadn't visited it yet, but considering Oliver's aptitude for plant magic, she wouldn't be surprised if it really had been grown by him. Her head was still swimming and she was growing a bit of a migraine at this point from all the emotional rollarcoasters and the memories she was getting shoved into her head, but she at least could see her path clearly.

She sighed. She hoped that Oliver had the information she needed, or at least another point for her to continue her investigation. It was hard to dig into the past when she didn't know anyone that might know anything.

Once she reached the grove, she paused, looking around. "Oliver? Are you here?"

The goose's expression lightened up as soon as she saw Oliver peek out from behind the foliage. "Hey, Oliver, it's really nice to see you again too! No, I'm still going without a name, but I'm looking." Yes, that was still a problem - she needed a name, but it didn't seem like much of an urgent issue to her. She was content for now.

She realized as soon as Oliver said it that she'd left the basket stashed away in some corner of Canis. "Ah, yeah! It was really helpful, thank you! I was going to return it to you, but I left it back at my den. It ended up being easier to carry the stone like this. I found this rope stuff in one of the tunnels" She gestured towards the stone hanging at her neck.

She raised her head and looked around the grove. "This place is lovely - I'm so impressed that you managed to do this kind of thing in the middle of Canis!" She was so caught up in being happy about the environment that, for a moment, she totally forgot about why she was here.

The goose looked a little surprised, but nodded. "Ah, okay, thank you! And sure, you can call me Lily for now. That's a nice name." Not her name, but it was a title for someone else to use. That was totally fine with her. She noted the flower-themed nickname, though, and her expression crinkled with amusement.

She followed Oliver deeper into the oasis, appreciating all the work put into the many plants on the path. Oliver really had put a lot of work into this place, hadn't he? She was impressed by the scale of it - she didn't think it was possible for plants like this to grow in Canis and Oliver's description affirmed that they weren't naturally grown. "Well, you've done a beautiful job of bringing it over! That's a good idea, though, I wouldn't have thought of that." She didn't have much else to say, though her sparkling expression showed her awe and wonder at this beautifully grown grove better then any words.

That expression slowly faded, however, as she remembered why she'd visited Oliver in the first place. "Ah, I've been...wandering, mostly. I met some other people and learned some more things and...started looking into why I can't remember anything. I know how to use magic that lets me look into the past now - Giggle, that hyena with the Bonebound, she helped me figure that out." She looked down at the gemstone on her neck. "When I looked into this stone's past...I saw you in it, Oliver. I don't know if...if any of it's good memories at all but...but did you ever know someone named Jayberry?"

She was sensitive enough to see the unpleasant discomfort that she caused for Oliver when she spoke the name. She flinched and swallowed heavily, feeling the atmosphere darken just a bit. The memory had been unpleasant but...she really had hoped that there would be a good memory there. It was naive of her, though, to think that it would be anything else. "I saw her in a vision - Jayberry, I mean, as well as you. And someone else looked into the past of this stone as well and told me she was there too. So...I figured that it was something important. You know, about me."

She looked just as unhappy as Oliver, having to ask him about all of this when he was obviously uncomfortable. "I'm...I'm sorry to drag you into this. If you're not comfortable talking about it, then I won't pry. You don't have to feel like you need to bring up whatever bad memories just for my sake, okay?"

Oliver's story was as sickening as the goose had thought it would be. She knew something bad was coming - after seeing what she'd seen in the history of the stone, and herself, she knew that this was....messed up. A goose brainwashing children to be murderers and one latching onto those ideals and killing wildly - someone who had, apparently, tricked Oliver into being friends with her.

And then there was the moose, the "father" who was apparently in on the whole murder thing too. She looked down at the stone on her chest. Perhaps...perhaps this was his. All the memories coming from this stone had him in it. There was a goose and a moose, and a family called the Bloodberries. They'd attacked Eridanus, as Pride and Oliver had said, and Jayberry was still on the run. So it hadn't exactly been that long ago. Pride had said Blackberry had been in a cage but...Oliver didn't know what had happened to her, so obviously she wasn't there anymore. And all those memories, all of her memories, had been of Blackberry.

Her stomach churned as she silently came to the conclusion - the correct one - that she had once been the goose known as Blackberry. It was something she had slowly been coming to and it made sense - Pride had said she smelled familiar, but he wouldn't recognize her if she looked like this. The memories she'd seen in herself hadn't been from her perspective looking in - they'd been her memories. And all of it just...it all came together.

The question remained, however, how she'd ended up like this. Giggle suggested I either went insane from it all or that I made a deal with someone to change me. She was so immersed in her thoughts, eyes haunted and staring blankly, that she didn't realize the silence that was stretching between them. She suddenly flinched as she came back to the world and her heart dropped to her stomach. Could she....could she ever explain this to Oliver?

"Sorry, I....that's horrible," she whispered, as a response. "I'm sorry I asked you to talk about it again, I'm sure you'd rather just...forget all of that. Pride mentioned that fight too but...I didn't even imagine it was that bad. I won't go near - I promise. I'd never want to meet a monster like that." Shit, she was just going to make it worse, wasn't she?

Do I even need to tell him? She struck that thought out quickly. She would feel like she was lying to him if she didn't tell him who she thought she was, especially since they had a history. "H-hey, Oliver...um..." She swallowed hard. "You know how I can't remember who I was? Like, I have fractured memories, like bits of leftovers, but nothing I can put together? Well...I, uh, I've been searching and I think...I know who I was before? I can't remember it at all - and I would never want to go back but - I think I was her. Blackberry. All those memories I saw in this stone and the memories I saw when I used magic on myself...it all points to that. That's why I wanted to ask you about Jayberry, I guess, because you knew them. The Bloodberries I mean. Kind of."